The Journal

I am told the first time I held a fly rod was at the young age of two. Obviously I don’t remember it, but I have an old black and white picture as evidence of my first fishing trip with my grandfather for bluegill (bream) in May of 1954 on...

One summer day, I asked my 7 years old granddaughter, Aowyn, if she wanted to go with her dad and I to Lake Fayetteville to bream fish. She had been lots of times before and was able to cast a cork and jig rig on her spincast rod and reel...